The sun shines above the big trees along the avenue, the village streets are empty, deserted in this lazy and soporific Monday afternoon in April. We left behind the sparkling and colorful Seville, just over 80 kilometers of highway and 30 of lush hills, green,...
(translated by Maria Grazia Patania) Once we leave Lisboa we fly over the Atlantic Ocean to San Francisco. We make 2 stopovers –one in the Azores and one in Boston. After roughly 2 hours from our takeoff we land in Punta Delgada where we are asked...
We spent Easter Sunday travelling between two continents, Africa and Europe, after a short but interesting visit to Morocco, which left us with the desire to return, in the future. As travelers, we followed the path that so many migrants, desperate and with the sole...
